The Grey Fairy Book - online childrens book

Illustrated classic fairy tales for children by Andrew Lang

shrieked loudly, while Neangir, upset by this strange ad­venture, left the house.

He passed the rest of the night on the steps of a mosque, and with the first streaks of dawn he took his picture out of the folds of his turban. Then, remember­ing Zelida's words, he inquired the way to the bazaar, and went straight to the shop she had described.

In answer to Neangir's request to- be shown some watches, the merchant produced several and pointed out the one which he considered the best. The price was three gold pieces, which Neangir readily agreed to give him; but the man made a difficulty about handing over the watch unless he knew where his customer lived.

' That is more than I know myself,' replied Neangir. '1 only arrived in the town yesterday and cannot find the way to the house where I went first.'

' Well,' said the merchant, ' come with me, and I will take you to a good Mussulman, where you will have every­thing you desire at a small charge.'

Neangir consented, and the two walked together through several streets till they reached the house recom­mended by the Jewish merchant. By his advice the young man paid in advance the last gold piece that remained to him for his food and lodging.

As soon as Neangir had dined he shut himself up in his room, and thrusting his hand into the folds of his turban, drew out his beloved portrait. As he did so, he touched a sealed letter which had apparently been hidden there without his knowledge, and seeing it was written by his foster-mother, Zinebi, he tore it eagerly open. Judge of his surprise when he read these words:

' My clearest Child, — This letter, which you will some day find in your turban, is to inform you that you are not really our son. We believe your father to have been a great lord in some distant land, and inside this packet is a letter from him, threatening to be avenged on us if you are not restored to him at once. We shall always love